Just as a Wave Is Lifted by the Shore

March 25, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem lets a friend know that you are there for them.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Just as a wave is lifted by the shore,

Then breaks across the slowly rising sand,

So as I watch you weep my feelings pour

Across the wash of what I understand.

I wish I could just take you in my arms

And all your pain could melt into my chest,

And all the violence of passing storms

Could pass through me and finally come to rest.

No words can set things right or presence lend

A miracle to light your darkened way,

But there is solace in a loving friend

And comfort in what I don't have to say.

Whatever circumstance you cannot bear,

Just turn to me, and you will find me there.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/justa2.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney

March 20: For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

March 21: Forgive Me if I Come into Your Bed

March 22: Friends Are Where One Offloads What

March 23: I Don’t Understand What Happened to Us

March 24: I Sometimes Think that I Could Be Alone

March 25: Just as a Wave Is Lifted by the Shore

I Sometimes Think that I Could Be Alone

March 24, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem is about the extreme isolation of a life without God or friends.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I sometimes think that I could be alone:

Really alone, with neither God nor friends.

The people near me then might well be stone:

Just faces on a frieze that never ends.

And I would travel in my mind towards death,

A world within a world sealed like a tomb.

My thoughts would be as silent as my breath,

And, like my breath, expire at my doom.

Such thoughts would make me shudder, were not you

A world where I may enter and find rest.

A rock gives way within, and I walk through

To be in laughing eyes a welcome guest.

Thank God I have you, friend, that I might stay

And be as I could be no other way.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/isome.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney

March 20: For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

March 21: Forgive Me if I Come into Your Bed

March 22: Friends Are Where One Offloads What

March 23: I Don’t Understand What Happened to Us

March 24: I Sometimes Think that I Could Be Alone

I Don't Understand What Happened to Us

March 23, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem asks why a friendship ended.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I don't understand what happened to us

Or why you have turned away.

Of course you are free to do as you like,

But first I have something to say.

To me it had seemed we could go on forever,

So close were our hearts, and at ease,

So much did we share, yet the words never faltered,

So I thought as time did as it pleased.

Whatever I did that has made you unhappy,

Or am that is not to your taste,

Or would be were I to return to your graces,

Or won't be if I am replaced:

I want you to know that your friendship is something

I treasure, and would not now end.

If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,

You'd find in me still a good friend.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/frien3.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney

March 20: For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

March 21: Forgive Me if I Come into Your Bed

March 22: Friends Are Where One Offloads What

March 23: I Don’t Understand What Happened to Us

Friends Are Where One Offloads What

March 22, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem is about what friends are for.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Friends are where one offloads what

One cannot bear alone --

Spoiled goods that jam the gut,

Sorrows turned to stone.

Why does the act of telling friends

One's troubles ease one's pain?

Nothing changes, nothing ends,

Yet one can cope again.

It's not that one is looking for

Advice or sympathy.

One has pent-up words to pour

Into reality.

A friend is like a field on which

Such feelings can find air.

The point is not to say too much,

But simply to be there.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/frien3.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney

March 20: For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

March 21: Forgive Me if I Come into Your Bed

March 22: Friends Are Where One Offloads What

Forgive Me if I Come into Your Bed

March 21, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem is a number poem about the universality of personal experience.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Forgive me if I come into your bed,

Open wounds to read therein your shame,

Remove your skin to gaze on naked sorrow,

Tear out your heart to substitute my name.

You wish, no doubt, to keep your personhead.

One we are, and one will be tomorrow;

No one is ever utterly unwed.

Even strangers are one flesh in joy and pain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/forbed.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney

March 20: For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

March 21: Forgive Me if I Come into Your Bed

For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

March 20, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem is a friendship poem about breaking out of the prison of the self.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

For most of us life passes like a dream,

Revealing only what is on our minds.

Inside the prison of the self we see

Each object as a shadow on our wall.

Nothingness awaits, as sure as night.

Did I not have you, dear friend, I might,

Shadow on a shade, not be at all.

How much we need a word beyond our sea:

In love and laughter, thoughts of different kinds,

Perhaps, with luck, unraveling a seam.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/formos.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney

March 20: For Most of Us Life Passes like a Dream

Courtney

March 19, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is friendship.

Today’s poem is a name poem for an excellent friend.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Courtney is an all-embracing friend,

Open to the winds of whim or need.

Underneath her smile is a smile

Radiating outward like a sun.

To her the joys of friend and self are one,

Nor is her cheerful deference a style:

Each moment is a perfect book to read,

Yet not with any passion for the end.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/courtn.html. For more friendship poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html .

This week’s theme: Friendship

March 19: Courtney